The only
things left
to remember
anything,
were a pair
of ankle socks
and a pair
of sunglasses.
A day of
irresponsibility,
irregularity,
nonsense,
foolishness,
and an all out
zest for
living in the moment.
Has no
memory, other than
a pair of
ankle socks and a
pair of
sunglasses left behind
in her hurry.
Moments of
wild speculations,
impossibilities,
never will be’s
and never
were’s, mashed between
slurred
cocktail stories and heartaches.
The time and
the place for
responsibility
had no grip,
the only
purpose was in the time
spent
wondering about nothing.
Avoidance,
preposterous avoidance,
of the ills
and ails plaguing our troubled
souls, yet
spitefully damaging and adding
to our woes.
A clink of
the drinks, a toast of half
mumbled
love, kisses and hand holding
meaning
nothing other than what they
meant for
the second they existed.
Until all
that was left was a pair
of ankle
socks on the floor and
sunglasses
on the table as the
only
reminder it happened at all.
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